The mountain wind was freezing.
At the mountain peak in the early hours of the morning, the temperature dropped with every passing hour.
Lin Mo naturally didn't feel cold, but Xie Yuling was a different story.
Even though she was already wearing long sleeves, she still felt a bit chilly.
However, before she could even rub her arms to warm up, Lin Mo had already draped a jacket over her shoulders.
"Your physical constitution is a bit better than an ordinary person's now, but only a bit. Having abundant stamina and becoming truly stronger than a normal person will still take a very long time."
"It's fine, as long as I can be by your side."
Lin Mo smiled. "Who knows, maybe one day you'll want to go out and see the world."
Xie Yuling didn't reply; she just looked at Lin Mo in silence.
In truth, she had experienced some inner struggle. Being in Class Seven, she couldn't help but hear the many rumors about Lin Mo and Jiang Yunlu.
They all said Lin Mo was stringing girls along.
But she knew that Lin Mo had a knot in his heart, though she didn't know what it was.
Was it because of his past experiences?
Or something else?
These things were like the relationships between men and women in TV dramas—if one person didn't speak up, the other would never know.
However, she didn't press the matter.
The clear, cold moonlight stretched their shadows out long.
The entire cake had been eaten clean, without a single crumb left.
Of course, most of it had ended up in Lin Mo's stomach.
Xie Yuling hugged her knees, tilting her head to look at his satisfied expression, a hint of a smile in her eyes. "I seriously suspect that you were just craving cake yourself, and purposely used my birthday as an excuse."
"What are you saying? If I wanted to eat it, I could just make one for myself. Why would I need to wait for you? I'd just devour it all on my own!"
Lin Mo lazily stretched his back, taking the opportunity to open his arms and make an exaggerated swallowing motion, before finally shooting her a casual eye roll.
"Alright, let's head back. We've been out for so long, they're probably getting worried."
Xie Yuling still felt a bit embarrassed.
"It's fine, I let Bro Fang know before we left."
Lin Mo spoke casually, but in reality, his divine sense had long since enveloped the entire Tianxing Ridge. Not a single rustle of the wind or movement of the grass could escape his perception.
The two deliberately took a detour, slowly strolling back from the direction of the public restrooms.
From afar, they could see that the lights in Jiang Yunlu's tent had already gone out. The girls had likely drifted off to sleep.
The boys' side, however, was still lively. The flickering lights reflected their energetic faces, truly worthy of being the warriors capable of battling all night at an internet cafe.
The two appeared one after the other. The people playing cards inside the tent merely looked up for a glance and didn't ask any questions.
Fang Jun, who was loudly munching on shrimp crackers, saw Lin Mo and naturally handed the snack bag over.
"Isn't Xie Yuling going to sleep?"
"I took a nap before we set off, so I'm not tired right now," Xie Yuling took the initiative to explain.
Fang Jun didn't suspect a thing. He nodded and casually grabbed a can of eight-treasure congee from his side, popping the pull ring with a crack. Clearly, he had stocked up himself.
Right at that moment, An Yuexin sneaked up next to Lin Mo as quietly as a mouse and lowered his voice.
"Master Mo, I said Bro Fang has a crush on Caicaizi, but he flatly denies it."
As he spoke, he gestured with his chin toward Fang Jun's direction.
The tips of Fang Jun's ears twitched. He immediately turned his head the other way, pretending to be fully focused on dealing with the eight-treasure congee in his hands, though his action of opening the can seemed a bit too forceful.
"If he doesn't admit it, then he doesn't. Why are you forcing him?" Lin Mo held the shrimp crackers, pinching one and tossing it into his mouth, his tone as light as the clouds and wind.
These words really struck a chord in Fang Jun's heart.
He immediately nodded repeatedly, feeling like he had found an ally. "Exactly! Old Mo understands me best! What he says makes perfect sense!"
Fang Jun wore a relieved expression of someone who was not alone in this, feeling that Lin Mo was a die-hard ally standing on his side.
However, he was clearly rejoicing too soon.
Lin Mo leisurely chewed and swallowed the shrimp cracker in his mouth before unhurriedly adding the second half of his sentence.
"What I mean is, there's no need to force this kind of thing. When you like someone, it naturally slips out of your eyes. You can't hide it even if you try. The person themselves might not realize it, but the whole world already knows."
The smile on Fang Jun's face instantly froze.
Subconsciously, he looked toward the only girl present, as if seeking help.
Catching his gaze, Xie Yuling's usually expressionless face suddenly showed a trace of seriousness. Meeting Fang Jun's eyes, she calmly and slowly nodded.
"I saw it."
"The affection for Cai Junhuang in your eyes."
A critical hit.
"Damn it! You guys are ganging up to bully me!"
Fang Jun let out a wail, nearly spilling the eight-treasure congee in his hands. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he instantly launched himself up and dashed into the night without looking back.
He just ran away.
An Yuexin looked at his fleeing figure, laughing so hard he wanted to pound the ground.
After Fang Jun left, however, An Yuexin sighed.
"I don't want to deal a blow to Bro Fang either, but I have a feeling that Caicaizi won't be interested in him."
"Not necessarily," Lin Mo shook his head.
An Yuexin couldn't help but look up at Lin Mo. "Does the strategist have any thoughts?"
"No, I just feel that the time isn't right yet."
Great, saying that was the same as saying nothing at all.
An Yuexin then went back to continue playing cards.
Fang Jun, having run a lap, also returned. He looked cautiously at Lin Mo.
"Is it really that obvious?"
"Just averagely obvious. There probably aren't many who know."
Fang Jun took a deep breath. "Then do you think I have a chance?"
It was clear that this kid, Fang Jun, was indeed a bit head over heels. Good thing he wasn't going bald over it.
"It's not impossible, it's just that Cai Junhuang is a person with dreams."
Lin Mo's tone was very calm.
But it made Fang Jun's heart skip a beat.
"Old Mo, if you have something to say, you might as well say it straight."
Lin Mo looked toward the unlit tent.
"You should know the reason why Cai Junhuang practices dancing, right?"
As the local know-it-all, Fang Jun naturally knew a lot of information, so he nodded.
"She practices dancing because she wants to go down that path. She said she wants to go to South Korea to be in a girl group."
Lin Mo nodded. "Right, you also know she wants to go to South Korea."
Whether she succeeded or not, this was a problem Fang Jun had to consider.
It was also a very realistic problem.
Although Lin Mo knew that Cai Junhuang would ultimately fail the selection and return to Yangcheng, that process would take a long enough time.
He didn't know what Fang Jun would think, or if he was prepared for it.
Hearing this, Fang Jun couldn't help but lower his head.
Cai Junhuang was still his classmate right now, but she had her own goals and her own dreams.
What about himself?
Seeing Fang Jun so conflicted, Lin Mo sighed and gently patted his shoulder.
"Actually, I don't think Cai Junhuang dislikes you, but I hope you understand this saying: liking someone is unrestrained, but love is restraint."
Hearing this, Xie Yuling couldn't help but raise her head to look at Lin Mo.
Life Mentor Mo.

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!